‘Distracted?’ Why Do You …Squirrel!

question-mark-1421017_1280“Honey? Why is the milk in the pantry?”

Thankfully, her husband has only had to ask her that once.

Okay, twice.

Three times, tops.

We writers are a strange, distracted, absentminded bunch. But … hopefully you can relate. If only to make us feel less strange.

The Case for Inattentiveness
by Linda Rondeau

Is it inattentiveness or simply a super ability to focus?

When I’m in my creative place, the world around me ceases to exist. So much so I told my neighbor that if an atom bomb exploded in our city and I was writing, she’d have to come and get me.

mushroom-cloud-67534_1920“Not to worry, Linda,” she said. “If an atom bomb goes off, it won’t matter if you noticed or not.”

I think this is why my husband has taken over the majority of the cooking since he’s retired. Especially in the winter months. Many were the days he’d come home to a dark house. When I didn’t answer his, “Hello?” he’d wonder if I’d been abducted by aliens. He’d wander into my office, and there I’d be, in the dark, clicking away.

Once he spoke to me while hovering over my desk. I jumped and fell out of my office chair and hit my chin. So now he knows enough to go back downstairs and start supper. Sometimes the aromas of fresh coffee and hamburgers will bring me out of my creative place.

The reason I’m ultra-focused when writing is because I’m so easily distracted.

I suppose I shouldn’t blame writing for this inability to multi-task.

I think it’s a deficiency I’ve had since birth.

I’ve always had difficulty finishing the task at hand when another task beckons. For blackoutinstance, while waiting for the sink to fill up to wash dishes, I take a second to put the towels I folded in the bathroom closet. While in the bathroom, I notice the mirror needs cleaning. So I go to the pantry to get the Windex. While I’m in the pantry, I see the bag of cat food and dig out a cup to give Muffin. But on the way to put it in the cat dish, I notice cobwebs in the dining room. I haul out the vacuum cleaner from the hall closet and realize I need to put moth balls on my shopping list…and so it goes until I hear a waterfall coming from the kitchen. The sink has overflowed.

Call it ADD or call it being blonde. Now I call it senior moments. When I had cancer, I called it chemo brain. Whatever the excuse, I long ago realized, I cannot write unless I do so in a vacuum. No music, no television, no munchies, no dings to let me know I have new email.

I’m just glad I’m married to a man who understands that my inattentiveness is the only way I can focus.

How about you? Are you a failed multi-tasker like me or do you know how to keep ten plates spinning at one time?

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cover-fiddlers-flingFiddler’s Fling:

Engaged to a wealthy rising political star, a driven social worker returns to her small-town roots.

With her wedding to Robert Ashworth weeks away, Jolene Murdock receives a call from Dwight Etting, her estranged father’s junior partner and her former boyfriend. The business is crumbling and her father is dying.

Compelled to visit in spite of Robert’s objections, Jolene wonders if reconciliation is possible given her father’s hatred of all things Ashworth. And there was Dwight. How could she work side-by-side with him and not reveal her secret sin?

To complicate matters her father wants her to play a duet with him in the upcoming Essex County Fiddlers Fling; however, her fiddle was among the many things she left behind when she abandoned Brookside.

More than a romance.

Set in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains, Fiddlers Fling depicts the struggle of the human spirit to find absolution in good deeds rather than accept the unconditional forgiveness God offers the repentant heart.

Fiddler’s Fling may be purchased through Amazon.

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img_3790Winner of the 2012 Selah Award and Carol Award finalist LINDA WOOD RONDEAU writes to offer hope for those with damaged lives and demonstrate our worst past, surrendered to God becomes our best future. After a long career in human services, Linda now resides in Jacksonville, Florida. When not writing, the author enjoys golfing, hiking, and spending time with her best friend in life, her husband of nearly forty years. Watch for her newest novel, Miracle on Maple Street, to be released this fall.

Readers may visit her web site at www.lindarondeau.com where they’ll find her blog, Snark and Sensibility. Email her at lindarondeau@gmail.com  or find her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Google+ and Goodreads.

Let’s talk about this! Are you more absentminded or task-oriented? Or does your task-oriented nature cause you to be absentminded? Share your oops moments with us in the comments below or on Facebook, because it’s midweek, and we can all use a laugh to get us through Friday.

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About Jennifer Slattery

Novelist and speaker Jennifer Slattery, also writing as Jen Pheobus, uses humor, grace, and truth to inspire God's children to live abundant, Christ-centered lives. She does content editing for Firefly, a southern fiction imprint with Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas, and is a regular contributor to Crosswalk.com; Internet Cafe Devotions; Faith, Friends and Chocolate; and manages the social media for Takin’ it to the Streets, a ministry that serves Omaha’s working poor and homeless. She’s placed in numerous writing contests and her work has appeared in numerous compilations, magazines, and e-zines.
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4 Responses to ‘Distracted?’ Why Do You …Squirrel!

  1. Linda Wood Rondeau says:

    Thanks for having me on your blog today. At least, I wasn’t so distracted that I missed it!

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  2. Your post is so me Linda. My husband often comes home and says, This house is hot. And I’m like, Hey it really is. I forget to feed the dog, to eat, and to pay bills when I’m writing. But when I leave the bathroom to get the Windex, before I get to the pantry I forget what I was after and often retrace my steps to jog my memory. And one day not too long ago, I couldn’t find the salt shaker. Looked everywhere for it–the fridge, freezer, dishwasher even. Finally I found it, in the sink.

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